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She Wants Revenge:

Part 5

Illumi Zoldyck: All Wound Up

Series title is from band based on the same name. The chapter title comes from the song ‘All Wound Up’ by She Wants Revenge. You can find it by clicking the here. Sincerely I hope you guys listen to these songs because they are picked very specifically.

Part 1 of series is here.

Warnings: Dub con sexual scenes, mental manipulation, NSFW

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Somehow, he wasn’t even angry.

Even though there was glass all over his desk, pens strewn onto the floor, and every drawer pulled and turned out Pariston felt nothing. A hesitant assistant wasn’t able to discern how the vice president was feeling, which was evident from how he kept staring at the VP. Looking for any sign of emotion in the man’s face as security carefully stepped around the fallen objects in the room.

“We’ll need a list of things that are missing to help us figure out who did this, sir,” a dark skinned woman stated as she approached him.

“Thank you, Caliadne . I will make sure to do that this afternoon,” he replied to her with his iconic smile, charisma radiating off of him as usual.

She too seemed a bit off put by how Pariston was reacting. Not the same as his assistant that wouldn’t let Pariston leave his line of sight. The assistant knew how Pariston’s moods could sometimes be, but Caliadne had no idea. Her concern was his total lack of reaction to an obvious robbery. “Are you okay, Vice President?”

Semi-dramatically he shrugged, lifting his hands to the air to really emphasize the movement. “It is already done. What would getting angry do to help?”

She gave him a sincere half smile, it brought up the right side of her mouth more than the left he noticed. “That’s true. A very healthy way of looking at it, sir. As you know three other offices were also left in horrible states, but we’ll be putting yours towards the top. A VP needs his desk.”

“I appreciate it, Caliadne. I’ll just go check on some projects I have out right now while you all work. Call my cell phone if you need me.” He turned and took two steps toward the doorway before stopping with a sigh. “Silly me. “Sorry, Caliadne,” he turned back to the room again, “Could I get something out of my desk? I promise to step carefully. I just need a document.”

“Oh! Sure. One little thing won’t be a problem,” she responded with a smile before moving out of the way and toward another security member to resume her job.

With a lazy flick of his wrist he shooed his assistant. “Take the rest of the day off.” The well trained man left without a word, not even hesitating just in case Pariston’s disguised anger was lurking and wanting to seek a way out any time soon. Pariston smiled, sometimes training pets was very simple. But other times they made a mess.

Could a certain pet of his be the cause of this mess? Already there had been some disobedience, and he had been suspicious of all of her actions due to that fact. They say keep your enemies closest, and he intended to do just that as much as possible. It was easier to catch a slip in the words, or sense the hand coming for your throat when the person was laying right next to you. Was this the beginning of a tantrum?

He thought about this while opening his desk drawer. With natural movement his eyes looked down to the side of the desk where a secret compartment hid within. It would be hard to ascertain it was without tampering until he was alone to really investigate. But was there a little chip of wood missing next to the door?

“Thank you,” he said again, leaving the room with a document in hand. Caliadne responded clumsily- caught off guard by his leaving so abruptly- but he didn’t pay her any further mind. Someone in this association knew who did this. There were too many eyes, too much nen flowing through the building, it was impossible to pull something off like this at Hunter HQ and not be caught.

And he knew just the pawn for the job. It had been almost a month since his arranged bar run-in. Maybe it was time to shake her up again. Remind her that he was everywhere, and even if she felt like being a brat that he was still in control.

“You promise?”

Pariston stopped.

A female voice slid out from the break room door behind him. Soft, timid, with a powdering of… something. He knew that voice.

“Of course,” a male voice said with complete seriousness. He sounded flustered but sincere.

Turning on his heel he started towards the break room, footfalls firm on the tiled floor, ready to catch the two in a lovers embrace. Where he hadn’t really been feeling anything before now he felt dark anticipation as he rounded the doorway. He was already thinking of what he would do to a certain woman who had snuck back into his life, who knew better than to touch another man when she was so clearly his to play with.

But the only person in the break room was a member of security. Thersander, Pariston remembered after a moment. He was looking into his coffee cup, flustered face plain to see as his sea-green hair was buzzed short. Thersander looked startled when Pariston stepped in the doorway so abruptly. “Oh! S-sir! Sorry just getting a drink before getting back to work on tho-”

“Are you alone in here?” he didn’t care why Thesander was in the room. The only thing he cared about at this moment was where she went.

Thesander looked around and then back to Pariston, “Yes?”

A second door into the room was still open to Pariston’s right. He had forgotten this floor’s break room had two entryways. He frowned and Thesander straightened up to leave, attempting to escape any further questioning. “Who were you chatting with just now?”

The other man looked somewhat alarmed at Pariston’s tone, but apparently couldn’t be so easily frightened. “No one, sir. Excuse me.”

Frustration bubbled inside of him as Thesander left the room quickly, and the thought of tripping him as he walked past flicked in Pariston’s mind. Maybe on the floor he’d remember who Pariston was and he’d answer questions more honestly.

But he didn’t. Such blatant actions couldn’t be taken in the middle of a busy day.

Pariston made a quick mental note to revisit Thesander at a different time, before putting his hand into his pocket to find his cell phone. The morning wouldn’t be a total loss he decided, dialing a number from memory.

~*~*~

Nothing in the office felt normal today. It was hard to act like it was a normal day when the President, Vice President, and two managerial offices had been ransacked. The question on everyone’s lips was primarily “How?” The “why” was less questioned. There had to be a lot of valuable stuff in those offices. If not physical objects, information. In this world information was as important, if not more important, than possessions.

And the concern was a valid one. HQ was always occupied by hunters. The security was airtight, you had to badge in and out, and windows were reinforced. The log showed no unauthorized entry attempts, the windows were all in perfect condition, and security had been actively on the clock all night. Besides, something like this just wasn’t done. No one was that stupid.

Yet here everyone was, walking around on eggshells as security holed themselves up in the broken offices and people who couldn’t go back to said offices patrolled the floors. Netero didn’t seem too upset by being kicked out of his office for the day. He visited break rooms and laughed with other hunters, taking long breaks, and generally was hard for people to find if they needed him for work. He seemed to be having the best day.

You had even caught up with him once just before lunch. He had given you a polite wink before leaving for a ‘quick bite’, and you knew he’d be getting food somewhere across town today. Must be nice, you thought as you watched him go.

As he disappeared from sight you decided to get a bit more work done before your own meal. But turning to proceed with your day you were halted as Pariston appeared in front of you.

Somehow you hadn’t seen him all day, not that you were avoiding him per se. Things had been reoccurring since dinner at his condo, not yet to the level that they had been before the ‘break’ but still pretty involved. Dinner twice a week, sex at his place once a week, and so far only natural touching at work. That last bit was good and bad. Just seeing him could make you wet, but the way he would force you to blow him during one on one meetings- hiding under his desk trying desperately to be quiet- had been nerve wracking.

Though now it probably wouldn’t have bothered you at all. The thought was actually tempting in the moment as you watched him approach you, until you remembered all the security in his office.

Things had become more enjoyable now that you had power to help control Pariston. But admittedly you ached to truly be in charge again. Remembering each time you had been so fortunate in the past filled you with need and at times caused you to push your luck a little too hard. Pariston didn’t like sharing power, so he was happy to put you back into your place. So sometimes you liked to play into it.

“Good afternoon, Sir. Are you off to have lunch as well?” you asked in a completely business only tone. The look he gave you as you treated him like a common boss brought you a joy that was hard to describe, but reveled in. It was something like quiet disappointment. You wondered if he missed when you would shyly address him at work, excited but also nervous as to what he would have in store for you.

“I take it the president just left,” he said with a wide, polite smile. You nodded in response and he chuckled. “Can’t be helped. Hm, maybe I should get some lunch as well. You should join me. My treat.”

It wasn’t an offer.

You toyed with saying no anyway, seeing his scowl as you went against his wishes would give you a special high that would carry you through until the end of the day when he spanked you for your nerve. But the office was stifling and an escape sounded so very nice. “Sounds delightful. Let me put this stuff down and I will meet you in the lobby?”

You didn’t wait for his answer, it hadn’t been a real question.

Spite the looks he gave you when you played back, disobeyed, and acted a bit like a brat, Pariston didn’t show any signs of dropping your relationship. Granted, every time you touched you fed into him a need for you. An almost craze inducing reliance on your presence. Not pulling back the feed as his strong will was hard to slip into so the stronger the more likely any trace would actually affect him.

So far it was working. And the bruises on your ass and thighs were reminders of that fact.

But you didn’t want to toy with Pariston too much, pushing him too far could make him lose interest or decide that the fun games you had played up to this point were too light. And as much as you liked being tied up, being tied up and left in a room for almost a week to the brink of insanity wasn’t your idea of fun once let alone twice.

As such you did meet him in the lobby as quickly as possible, catching him before he even had time to send you a warning text. “Sorry for making you wait,” you said with a tone of sincerity. It seemed to placate him for the moment, any tiny shred of submissive behavior you gave him he took with greed.

“You didn’t take too long,” he responded with a warm tone, putting his cell phone in his pocket. This song and dance was so old to you that the importance of each movement was apparent, but he still did them. Little ticks of his controlling nature that he wanted you to know so you would heed each movement like an obedient dog. Trained well enough to earn best of show as you sat up and begged for the audience. “Let’s head out. I have a car already waiting for us.”

Getting into vehicles with Pariston was still unnerving. No one would see you cry, flinch, or beg for Pariston to be kind if he so chose to enjoy some especially cruel treatment. No one other than the driver of course, and he chose them very carefully. They’d never speak against him. So each time you were alone the possibility of harsh action increased. Once he had twisted your wrist for touching a male co-worker in the car on the way to a business lunch. He had been kind enough to explain that you had tripped and sprained your wrist on the way to the car. When the man you had touched went to shake your hand goodbye, your sprained wrist had given a nice excuse to avoid further contact.

“So,” you flinched but didn’t whip your head to look at him like a scared prey animal, “You still haven’t told me all the details of your year away.”

A warm, large hand slid over your thigh and gripped the sensitive limb tightly, each finger tip digging into the muscles. He didn’t stop when you finally turned to look at his hand then his face, pain plain across your face. “Pariston, that hurts,” you begged softly, but his hand remained firm. As did his smile. You put a hand on top of his, trying to gently suggest them away. “Why are you suddenly asking?”

“I don’t have to have a reason,” he said with his grin growing into something wicked. His free hand reached across to your throat, running his thumb up and down your larynx. “Don’t dodge the question. Where were you during our year break?” His voice had a sharp edge, even as he cooed sweetly to you. Like a lover asking where you would like him to touch you.

Your leg trembled as your hands covered both of his the best they could. “I- I visited my parent’s graves,” a truth. He waited. “And then I lived in my hometown for a while. I was… just trying to live a normal life there. But… I couldn’t,” a lie. But you wanted him to believe you. Even just a little bit. “Pariston, you don’t believe I would lie to you. Do you?”

Lovingly you caressed his hand with your left as you stared into his eyes, willing your command to work. “You know, I thought of you every day.” He watched you, distant and unmoved. “Every day I thought about how I wanted to get back to you. Touch you. Look at you.”

Kill you.

His grip lessened and you leaned in, silently asking for permission to kiss him first. He didn’t move or say anything which meant you were free to try. Deciding to take the risk you leaned up to his still face and kissed his lips a few times before he finally allowed you one single kiss in response. “I missed you,” you muttered to him as his hand left your neck to run through your hair.

“I hope you aren’t lying to me,” he replied in a hushed tone. Sparks tickled up your spine in response to that voice, and you leaned into it with bliss. “You know I don’t tolerate lying.”

Even if you were having fun playing with the fire, some part of you was watching everything from a distance and shuddering. The woman who cried and shook in the shower, unable to free herself of the demon Pariston. Sometimes it felt like there were two people in your body because as much as you loathed and feared him, you did truly care about him also.

“I know,” you responded in a matching tone of seriousness.

The car stopped, the driver got out and waited outside of your door. Pariston released you and tapped the top of the car two times, letting the driver know it was okay to open your door. It had only been moments in the tight fit of the vehicle, but the fresh air outside still felt lifting. It tasted sweet- like freedom- and you happily turned into it to escape the still brooding man.

You stretched your arms up, taking in a deep breath of that free air. Between the office and that car ride the day was very suffocating. And not in any kind of way you found enjoyable. Wearing a true smile of joy, you turned to Parison as he walked towards your side of the car, “What did you have in mind for-” Something felt strange suddenly. A snap of your senses told you to look past Pariston’s shoulder where someone with short dark hair was standing completely still, totally alone.

“Pariston!” you cried reaching for him with one hand on instinct.

In a fluid movement you pushed him into the car, stepping forward towards the questionable person. But you didn’t make it any further than that step before a sharp noise cut through the air and a needle was in your neck.

The sunlight dimmed into a deep blackness.

~*~*~

Netero stood in front of the large windows in his office with a heavy feeling in his body. Nothing had felt right about this day. And it continued to be a complete mess. Security had cleared out of his office quickly, and it was fortunate because now he needed the privacy. Some time alone to reflect and think about everything that had happened.

The paperwork that was piling up on his desk wasn’t the part that bothered him the most. It was the fact that no one felt safe at HQ. And how could he blame them? Offices ransacked, an attempt upon the life of the VP, a dead hunter on the streets in broad daylight, and no one had been caught for either crime.

A knock at the door. Firm, but not assuming entrance. “Come in, Cheadle,” he announced, not bothering to turn around.

The door opened silently and clicked closed a moment later, the only noise in the office for some time as the two stood in silence. “I brought the death certificate. I just need you to sign it.”

He nodded, sighed, and unclasped his hands from behind his back as he turned to face her. “Thank you for helping out. I have a lot of things to sign today. None of it pleasant,” he mused while taking a seat. “What did the coroner have to say?”

“Fast acting poison.” She crossed the room and gently laid the death certificate upon the only clear spot of the desk. “There was nothing anyone could do.”

“How is Pariston?” He searched the messy desk for a pen, not bothering to look at Cheadle’s scrunched up expression at the mere mention of the VP.

“He’s being very quiet.”

Finally a pen was found and Netero dutifully signed the death certificate with a face of sadness. “I’m not surprised.”

“Sir, you don’t honestly think he cared for her, do you?” Cheadle scoffed.

“Who knows. Parston is a unique person,” he responded firmly, looking up to Cheadle’s face for the first time.

She frowned, clasping her hands in front of her, thumbs pressed together. “I have intel that Pariston was having someone investigate her for the HQ break in.”

“Oh?” Netero’s eyebrow rose.

“This morning something was delivered to security. I think you should see it, sir.”

~*~*~

It felt as if you had the wind knocked out of you, and all at once the air rushed back into your lungs. Well it was exactly like that as you had been almost completely devoid of any air in the moment before. Like a fish you gasped, grasping at nothing as you blinked several times. It felt like you were going to die.

Again.

A man took a step back from the bed you were laid out on, watching you with curious bright blue eyes from a tan face as you looked around the room in an almost manic movement. Your chest heaved several times as your body remembered how to breathe, and it took a minute or two for everything that had started back up with such intensity to calm down and act somewhat normally again.

Slowly you sat up, breathing mostly regular, to look at the man in the corner. “I don’t… recommend dying,” you tried to joke, but his cold blue eyes didn’t move. His neutral expression didn’t change either. He had looked exactly the same as he had when he murdered you.

“It’s strange,” he said, taking a step forward again as you felt your neck for any damage because it still felt… off somehow. A welt remained from where the needle had struck you. Hopefully that was the extent of it.

“Watching someone come back from the dead? I would assume it would be strange. I can’t say I’ve seen it myself,” you responded. Remembering something very suddenly you retrieved your cell phone and checked the messages.

[The fake body has been sent to be cremated. Your agreement with the head has been fulfilled.]

The fake body that you had been replaced with wouldn’t last longer than 24 hours, so you had been told, so this was the best outcome to have hoped for. The hunters worked quickly, and that was a favor in times like these. But even with how quickly the hunters had worked, the spiders had been faster.

They had paid well for what they had taken from HQ with your intel, and done so immediately. Though it all had gone directly to your new friend standing in the room. The cost hadn’t been small in any stretch of the imagination. But it had been a necessary step. What had been hardest for you was that you actually had no idea when you’d be killed. That was part of the contract. It had to happen within three days of the break-in, but you hadn’t wanted to know when.

Of course you hadn’t wanted to know so you could be genuine the entire time, but also… it had been exciting knowing you were going to die for sure. Death was inevitable, but you actively knew it was coming for you soon. In a way you were sad it happened as fast as it had.

Yet at the same time, it couldn’t have happened at a better time. Now the entire act looked like Pariston had been the target, as you had been hoping for. The hunters would never be able to figure out one person who hated Pariston enough to target his life. Most of headquarters liked him, and the few that didn’t were large enough in number it would take ages to cycle through them.

You couldn’t help but smile a little, pocketing the phone again. “Can’t argue results,” you muttered as you turned and stood from the bed with as much elegance as you could muster. Which, due to your practice over the last year, was pretty good considering. Already your muscles felt tight, and each movement rushed blood through your body in a way you had never felt before. It was a strange experience and slowly your adrenaline caught up with you. You had died. And now you lived again.

Even if you had concocted the plan, this was crazy.

“I’m not accustomed to bringing people back to life. Just killing them,” the calm and calculating voice continued.

“That was why it cost so much,” you muttered turning to him. Everything made you feel so aware of your body. It was exhilarating. Each brush of your skin against itself felt fresh, and the rise of your chest with breath made you wonder how it all was perceived from an outside perspective.

He nodded, though you hadn’t needed the confirmation- or the reminder for that matter. You had maybe 100,000 Jenny to your name now. At this rate you might have to become a real thief to get by.

“Well spent,” you said with a smile, walking around the room to really get the feeling back into your legs while also stretching your arms out. The lactic acid build up was noticeable and stung with each movement. But it was just a reminder you weren’t actually dead and so it was actually a nice feeling for once.

“Not completely ‘spent’,” the man reminded you.

You rolled your eyes when he couldn’t see your face. “I haven’t forgotten,” you replied going back to the bed.

Under the bed was a hard to remove floorboard. With some effort it popped off, revealing a metallic box. Almost all the money you had been secretly saving for a year was in this box. It symbolized a year of untraceable, hard work for this finale. No wonder it felt so heavy when you picked it up. You mindlessly caressed it a little as you stood and mourned the loss of the rest of the money you had promised to pay. The down payment had been most of it anyway, just this extra bit for the very uncommon ‘revival’.

When the deal was struck, through Hisoka, you had mentioned you didn’t want to pay the entire cost upfront since you weren’t absolutely sure you would actually come back to life. Hisoka sounded entertained by the fact you were bold enough to make a demand of assassins, but had relayed the message all the same. You weren’t sure how he had managed to arrange it all, especially since you still had yet to see him yourself, but he had done it.

“It was nice while it lasted,” you muttered to the tin with another loving pet.

The man across the bed reached behind his head and pulled a single needle out from his neck. His eyes dimmed, losing their brilliant blue and sinking into a deep black. His skin paled and hair grew two feet, pouring down the sides of his head like ink. You watched with complete amazement as he walked around the bed to the same side as you. Had he grown taller as well?

“Zoldycks are amazing,” you whispered as he stopped in front of you. This was your first time seeing the assassin Hisoka had promised would be everything you would need, and he didn’t disappoint. You wanted to touch him with your new hyper sensitive skin. How would he feel? Would he be hot from using his nen? Was his skin soft? You felt so distracted by the thought of answering these questions.

He nodded again at your statement while putting his hand out to retrieve the box, unaware of all your sensations.

A memory of something else Hisoka said crossed your mind.

[Might be a good chance to really test out your abilities ♡]

[If you have the courage ♠️]

The danger of the idea was all too apparent. This man had killed you so easily. He could do so again you were certain. If you actually went through with this insane thought, there was the very real possibility that he would eventually kill you even if you did escape after.

But…

“I know it is your job, but thank you for the extra service. Illumi, correct?” you asked opening the tin to retrieve the cash. The Zoldycks were the most blatant secret if you knew where to look. But Hisoka had spilled Illumi’s name easily.

“Correct,” he responded, waiting patiently.

You hadn’t even touched him yet and already your pulse was through the roof. “I’m Adra. Of course you knew that, sorry. But, since you were curious, do you have any questions about what it was like? To die? To come back to life?”

Illumi tilted his head, and the movement seemed so elegant when he did it, even if it was somewhat cute in the way it had a certain innocence to it. He put one long thin finger to his lips as he thought about it. “Perhaps. Is this a form of negotiation? Because I will still insist on the full amount.”

You chuckled, “No no. I’m just… coming back to life has me feeling a bit chatty I guess. I just feel… odd. I suppose that is what makes me want to talk about it? It’s very strange.” You offered the money out to him with both hands.

He hesitated just a moment before reaching out with one thin hand to grasp the cash. Thinking it was better to go slowly so as not to spark any assassin defensive training, you slid your fingers over his, “Illumi, talk with me for a bit.”

The action was tame by most standards, but you had hoped for him it would be an intimate enough touch to make your ability most effective. To start out you were only using a level two. It had to still be something he’d be more willing to tolerate. You hoped to bring the water to a boil around him slowly, so that by the time he realized how hot it was it would be too late.

Illumi retracted his hand with the money. Quickly he counted the stack to be sure of it’s accuracy. Afterwards he looked back to you and nodded after pocketing the cash. “I can entertain this line of questioning, for a little while.” There was an unspoken warning in that last bit.

Pleased you sat on the bed and motioned for him to join you. He thought it over and apparently assessed you as not enough of a threat to deny and sat. “Do you have any direct questions?” you asked thinking over how you were feeling. Could you even answer these questions? It felt surreal. “If you don’t, I do. If you aren’t in the business of bringing people back to life, how did you know how?”

This he responded to promptly. “My grandfather told me how to do it. Supposedly, he has done it in the past for an assignment.”

Apparently some things weren’t much of a secret. You shifted so you sat sideways on the bed, leg very casually brushing his hip. A natural, accidental move. Illumi didn’t seem to be pleased about it, but accepted it at face value as an accident. “Does it have to do with nerves in the neck? Like where you stabbed me?” you asked pointing inaccurately to where he had sent a needle.

He frowned a little, brows lowering in the typical signs of frustration, and took your hand in his to point to the appropriate spot with your still stretched finger. On contact you immediately started to feed desires into him. I want to touch you. I want you to talk with me longer. When he pulled back something in his face had changed slightly, but it was such a trace amount there was no way to know what had happened inside of his head. “In simple terms yes. But it also requires specific nen training. Now you will answer my questions.”

You shifted on the bed with a smirk and bit back the ‘yes, sir’ that almost slipped out as a joke. “Of course.”

“Do you remember when you died?”

You thought about it, looking down at your hands while you did so. “I remember stepping out of the car and… feeling your aura. I saw you for only a second and reacted on instinct. Honestly… in that split second I almost forgot the plan. I felt as if I had enough time to both grab Pariston and avoid that shot. Obviously you’re a trained expert and would have adjusted for such a scenario, but it just felt slowed down for a moment.”

You looked up at Illumi remembering the street. “In that moment I could taste the air in a way I’ve never been able to before. My vision was sharp and clear. Like something in my brain knew this was the last sensation of life I would have and it was trying to compound all it could into a few seconds. Then, I felt the needle strike. It was a strong sting, but tolerable. I could feel the poison drain into me and… that was it. I didn’t even feel myself fall. The moments before were so slow and hyper realistic, but that happened so fast.”

Though you were looking forward at Illumi, you weren’t really seeing him as you remembered what had happened. Everything had been so clear but now you were trying to remember Pariston’s face. Had you seen it? Was he surprised? If your memory was to be trusted, he had seemed shocked.

A cold finger against the slightly swollen needle mark brought you back to the moment. Illumi was looking at it with medical grade interest. His fingers were chilly against your neck and it felt amazing. Generally you preferred a warm touch but it felt like you were almost running a fever by comparison so the cool sensation was appreciated. Without actively trying you fed more into him as he touched the back of your neck as well. When he pulled away you almost grabbed him right then and there.

But not yet. The water wasn’t yet warm enough.

“What were you looking for?” you asked.

“I was curious about my aim is all.”

You smiled. “And?”

“It was perfect,” he said with the same neutral tone. No signs of pride or gloating.

This made you laugh. The kind that bent you in half as you covered your mouth to help smother the noise. Illumi patiently waited for you to be done. “I’m sorry. Illumi, you’re one of the most interesting people I have ever met.”

He looked confused, or as confused as you had seen him look. “Oh!” you put a hand on his leg and leaned in excited, “What was it like to kill me? I know you’re used to it but this time you knew I wouldn’t die. Was that weird? Illumi, please tell me.”

If hand touching had any intimacy rating a hand on the leg definitely would count, and you pumped desire into him as fast and hard as you could while simultaneously issuing a command. It was the first time you were attempting to do both with such energy.

For the first time it seemed as if he hesitated due to being completely caught off guard. “The actual act of killing you was nothing. I felt nothing. But I suppose the knowledge you wouldn’t actually die was frustrating.”

“Frustrating? I wouldn’t think not killing someone would be a concern.”

“Not in that way.” His eyes drifted while he thought more about what he had said.

Now felt like the time to start taking from Illumi. In little sips you tasted his desire, getting a feeling of how much you had managed to start to manipulate him. But things were mixed up in the way they felt. Where Pariston, Chrollo, and Hisoka had all had one color of desire Illumi’s felt like looking at a stained glass window reflected in water. So many colors moving and slightly morphing. It was as if many of them he didn’t even recognize and thus they would remain latent in the back of his mind. Left to evolve unnoticed.

It was overwhelming in a way you were not prepared for. The intense desire that could drown you was something you had come to expect. Even if you couldn’t always handle it, you knew it was coming. This was so completely different. There were so many different wants, each having different feelings of intensity, so it was like being hit over and over again by an unseen assailant. The feeling of looking at them all was like looking into the ocean and only catching shadowy glimpses of things you could comprehend.

“Illumi,” he looked at you, if he minded your touch it wasn’t even readable. “Tell me, do you want to kill me again to finish the job?”

The colors flickered. An orange hue started to shine. “Yes.”

“Even though you did your job by bringing me back to life?” He frowned and the orange dulled, replaced by a shining purple. “Illumi, let me touch you.”

His eyes sharpened. This was a level 3 manipulation and you could see his desire colors shift again but he didn’t move. Slowly you lifted both hands to his face. “Don’t worry, I don’t want my money back. Tell me what you desire in this moment.”

“I want to kill you again,” he said seriously. The weight of that truth triggered your hunter instinct to flee, but you fought back which created a rush of excitement to flood your body.

“But you did your job. Isn’t the Zoldyck pride about doing the job?” His colors flashed again. “Illumi, trust me,” you said sitting up on the bed to slowly straddle him as his hands gripped your shoulders. He was fighting back in the ways he could. You had told him to let you touch him, but he could still restrain how much by keeping your chest away from his own.

You had jumped the gun but the need inside of you was bursting. Perhaps it was some of Hisoka’s desire still living in you but the mere mention of someone saying so blatantly saying they wanted to kill you made you crazy. And playing with Illumi, watching his desire colors change was so entrancing.

With skin on skin contact you started to again send your desires into him to help further alter those colors. I want to feel alive. I want to test out this body. Touch me. Let me touch you.

He flickered. Red. Pink. Orange. Red. Blue. Green. Several times colors grew together and faded separately.

“Illumi, tell me: do you like it when I touch you?” He was silent. Though it had been a command he was so conflicted he couldn’t even answer. “Interesting. Do you want to touch me?”

His dark eyes were watching your face but he managed a half nod. You practically buzzed with excitement, and you couldn’t wait any more. Or rather, you didn’t want to. You were this deep in the hot water, you might as well just go all in.

“Let’s live a little,” you told him. The face he got when he was curious but also a bit confused was becoming something you could recognize instantly and you had to bite back the urge to laugh again. “I want you to please me. In return I’ll make sure you leave feeling satisfied as well.”

Something tickled the back of your neck. Removing your right hand from his face you snatched up his wrist and with great effort brought it in front of you to see his fingers clutching a needle. This one wasn’t like the one used for the assassination. That one had been thicker, something that could be noticed by a coroner and conceivably carry poison. This was hair thin.

You frowned. “I thought we were on the same page.” Illumi’s eyebrows lowered. “Illumi, you are not to try and kill me or do something that will lead to my eventual death directly.”

The command for him to trust you had bought you time at first, but now you had to command more directly to keep the game going. It would be hard to keep track if you issued too many commands, but you were this deep now so all chips had to go onto the table.

He scowled and his desires flickered. “Come on, Illumi. I promise this will be fun. Here, I’ll show you. Give me your hands.”

Slowly he offered both hands to you. First you took your belt off, then with great effort you got them behind his back and tied firmly with the belt. “Do not break this,” you ordered.

Any time you could actively remember to during the process you fed more of your desire into him, watching the deep green build. There was something in that color you felt you could resonate with but you couldn’t pinpoint.

Once his hands were firmly secured behind him you sat back on his lap and smiled. “Don’t get up,” you added with a friendly caress of his chest. “Let me make my case.”

Carefully you slid backwards to kneel on the floor, being sure to rub against his cock as you went. Intending to keep the teasing up, you slowly gripped the front of his soft pants, dipping the tips of your fingers in to lightly brush against the head of his cock. Already it was somewhat hard. “You’re excited.”

You dragged the band of his pants down just enough to let the head peak out. “Would you like to know something I’ve learned about my ability, Illumi?” You asked tucking your hair back from your face as you leaned forward. “I can make other people feel my desires, but they don’t share them unless they want to. See, I tested it,” as you spoke you continued to lightly caress the exposed flesh above the waist band, “I tried to get someone that had never met Pariston before to have the desire to kill him, like I had. But it didn’t work. They could feel it, but they didn’t share it.”

You looked up at him, licked your thumb, and began rubbing it over the very top of the head now. “You know what that means? Any time we share a desire, it’s because you genuinely have it too.”

Illumi’s face still seemed sour, but his brow line had softened as he fought to show any signs of feeling your actions. “Illumi, do you want me to continue?” As you asked you stopped rubbing and took your hand away entirely. “Tell me the truth,” you said, keeping one hand on his knee for stability.

His eyebrow twitched and his lips quivered just for a moment before he let out a breath. “Yes.”

You wanted to scream with excitement. Putting a hand around him again you leaned forward and licked the very tip of is cock with a flick of your tongue before looking up at him with just your eyes. “Say please,” you commanded.

“Please continue, Adra,” he said in a very level voice. Hearing him say your name filled you with pride. You noted that he wanted to at least sound like he was in control with how he responded. He wasn’t going to answer with a low submissive voice. You liked it. A Zoldyck wasn’t helpless. That was what made this so electrifying.

“Lift your hips for me.” He did so even though it wasn’t a command and you slipped his pants down to his knees, allowing his cock to lift completely unhindered. “You’re so handsome,” you said honestly as you took it back into hand and licked from the base all the way to the tip, being sure to flick the tip of your tongue over the top again. Something told you he had liked that.

He was a nice size and felt full in your palm. Methodically you licked around his shaft, providing enough spit that you could run your fingers in a circle up and down around the base with ease. The entire time he didn’t say anything, but that feeling of him enjoying it remained. When you took him into your mouth, centimeters at a time to draw it out, you closed your eyes. His stained glass was still there, but the deep green was dominant and growing in tandem with a golden color.

You could feel the colors dancing across your skin, so unlike the grasping desires of the other men. Illumi felt like a breeze crossing your arm on a cool day, but it still was deadly. A growing wind that could suck the living breath from your lungs. That chill from the feeling made you feel even more alive and you hungrily moved your hand in tandem with your mouth.

The hand on his leg for stability felt his muscles tense, and as you moved the green grew in your mind. It felt of greed. It all made sense suddenly. He was trying to tamp down that hungry greedy feeling inside of him all the time. But the power it had to flare out felt so strong that you took him deep into your mouth and throat, trying to feed that needy green you were taking in and sharing with Illumi.

You had almost missed it, but as you moved up and down on him you could hear his breathing. It was noticeable, quick, and shallow. Easy to miss with its quiet tone, but it was enough to encourage you to take a peek up when you backed away again. His head was hung down so that his deep black eyes could watch you work, and there was a distant look in them you had come to expect from people you influenced. Your arms raised in gooseflesh as he bore into you and you sucked on the head only, moving your hand up and down the rest so that you could watch him in return.

“Slide to the edge of the bed,” you instructed him, hand still gripping him tightly. He obediently did as he was told immediately.

You swallowed once to clear out your throat before taking him into your mouth again. Moving him quickly in and out as you leaned in close. Illumi tensed throughout his body as you successfully completely took all of him in. His breath and the sound of your wet mouth on his cock was all you could hear, each inhale urging you to keep going. In your mouth he twitched and you knew he was getting close to cumming.

Moving back you took in a deep breath as his cock slid out of your throat. Perhaps you had gone at it a bit too long because you were breathing a bit heavily yourself. A quiet sigh made you look to Illumi again. His brows were knit together in frustration, cheeks flushed a very light pink. A little swirl of pride at leaving him so close to that breaking point twisted inside of you as you stood up, knees already aching slightly.

“I told you,” you said with a tone of pride, wiping spit from the corner of your mouth. This time you tilted your head at Illumi, taking his hair into your hand to make a loose high ponytail before pulling his head so he’d look up at you. His hair was gorgeous, but pulling it back from his face like this made him look more vulnerable somehow.

This man had killed you. This assassin had killed you with a flick of his wrist and no conscious about it. And now he was wet with your spit and obeying your commands. Would getting back at Pariston feel as good as you felt now? Surely it would be even better. That train of thought filled you with energy and vigor again. Without warning you pressed your lips to Illumi’s and for a moment he almost accepted it before some part of his will kicked in and he turned away. “Sorry, was that too much?” you asked laughing. “I can get carried away.”

You let go of the soft black strands of hair, watching them tumble through your fingers as you remembered seeing an image of Pariston’s hair doing that very same thing. How different these two men were. And yet, somehow very similar. “Illumi, do you want me to let you cum or stop and let you go?” you asked, touching his shoulder and leaning into him so that he had to lean back and look up at you again.

He frowned, probably not liking the wording of the question, but was compelled to answer. “I want to finish.”

“Well… that was mostly an answer I grant you that.” You let him go but he continued to look up into your face of his own free will. “Is this the first time you’ve wanted something like this? Wanted to fuck just for fun?” you asked as you slipped your work slacks off, shimming your hips to get them down. Even as you attempted to get his attention to waver, it didn’t. “Though I guess you didn’t say you wanted to take me. Just that you wanted to finish.” You removed your underwear, kicking it off without looking. “So perhaps you don’t want to take me. Throw me on the bed and remind me to fear you?” Finally you took your blouse off, leaving your bra on because you felt some sense of power from not getting completely naked.

Illumi didn’t respond. “You’re stubborn,” you said with a sigh as you took his chin into your hand. How many times had Pariston held your face like this and made you do what he wanted? The thought made you pause for a moment before pushing forward. “Illumi, tell me if you want to fuck me.”

He kept his even tone, making it sound as if he was not being forced to answer, “I want to fuck you.” His entire face was torn between anger and something hard to decipher. But the overall look could be described only as indignant. Behind his back his arms tensed against the belt and the leather creaked loudly. If he broke them would he kill you as he so much wanted, or do exactly as you had suggested and press you into the bed while taking control back?

Perhaps one and then the other.

Once again you straddled Illumi’s lap, caressing his cock with an almost loving touch. “It’s okay to want something,” you thought aloud as you looked down at the hard flesh. “You don’t have to be what the rest of the world wants you to be.” You wished you knew what your desires looked like, or had looked like before when you were just an object to be toyed with by Pariston. Did you also look like a mixed amalgamation of things?

That person still existed. She was the one that watched in horror when you acted out to Pariston. But she felt so small and distant most of the time. Like an echo. You lowered your hips to rub your pussy against him in a slow and methodical rhythm, taking in that view of stained glass on water again. The green was still bigger and brighter, competing only with the deep golden yellow you had noticed before as well. That gold you hadn’t quite pin pointed just yet.

Illumi lifted his hips to rut into you, which was difficult as he had to use his bound wrists as a support to do so. It was impressive. “Come on, Illumi. Fuck me and make me feel alive,” you mumbled to him as you guided him to your entrance.

All too willingly he thrust up, the muscles in his arms straining to help lift his body aided only by the power of his calves as he pushed against the floor. So easily he slid into you, and you felt washed over with his colors. They circled you like a blanket of cool wind, taking your breath away for a moment until you could get the feeling of all those desires swirling inside of your head and constricting around you.

Now that you were connected you could feel them more clearly, the array of colors becoming more solid and forming a scaled surface. The feeling of a cold snake slipping around you and attempting to crush you as the colors on its scales shifted. Before it had been at rest, coiled up inside of Illumi. But now it was pulling you down to him as it crushed you.

The snake's eyes were red, the color of his desire to kill you. The feeling of the eyes looking into you was shaking, a sensation of being seen. But the scales of the beast were still brighter, and more important. The greed green was still bright, wanting to take you in this moment as a quiet act of taking something he merely wanted but felt he had to decline due to so many things.

And the gold. The gold was so powerful and it washed over you in big waves. It felt so complicated that you couldn’t hope to understand it as he entered you again and again. But you could feel the flickering of thoughts as desires; getting back at you, tying you up and torturing you, putting needles into your flesh in patterns only he understood.

Then fucking you while you were helpless.

Spite the wrapping cool of his desire you felt hot all over. You knew these were his own developing cravings at this moment. And feeling a new, real want bubble out from the mysterious assassin was pleasing. Like you had managed to chip away at something that had been mostly untouched for a long time.

Even if he wanted to torture you, it still felt like a win knowing he selfishly wanted it when before he had barely wanted anything that was easily readable.

Illumi took his opportunity seeing you getting lost in your experience. With a loud pop of his shoulder he somehow managed to bring both arms around to the front of his body, and you had no idea how he had done it. He didn’t go against your command to not break the belt, but he had managed to make it work in a way he wanted.

Before you could speak to issue a command he turned you onto your back, pressing you into the bed, him on top of you with his bound arms to your throat as your hands grasped uselessly at them. ‘You pushed your luck. Toyed with the wrong person at last and this is what you get,’ said that quiet part of you.

‘But I had to. I had to know if my power would work on Pariston. I had to push my limits,’ you argued back looking into Illumi’s quiet face. His cheeks were still pink, lips parted ever so slightly as he caught his breath. If he really focused he could break your level 3 and kill you. It would take a lot of effort, but he could. You should have issued more commands you realized. You could have controlled him so much more plainly.

Like always you got lost in your head. Or truthfully you had gotten lost in your own greed.

Unable to speak, and barely able to breathe, you licked your lips and waited. What would Illumi do?

“Illu-,” you struggled out, but was unable to say more.

Surprisingly, he lifted his arms off your neck and you took in a full breath. “Illumi, finish what you started,” you said as soon as you could.

You knew that it was vague, it could mean a lot of things, but that part of you that lived now had to know which desire he would choose. You knew which burned brighter, but did he?

Finally, he moved his arms above your head, pinning your still gripping hands to the bed as he positioned himself without the use of his own and slipped into you again. You sighed, enjoying the feeling of being filled again. This time you could spread your hips further apart and Illumi was able to hit a deep inner part of you that made you gasp with excitement.

He fucked you with such vigor that you could feel the bed move with you. And even though you knew that you had pushed your luck, you couldn’t stop your greed. “Illumi,” you cried, “Say my name when you cum.” It was a command, but only a level 2. It would be easier to ignore or fight against than all of your previous commands. Which was why if he chose to do it, it would be all the sweeter.

Almost gently he brought his lips to your ear, and you shivered at the close proximity of the special sound of his excited breath. “Adra,” he said softly against the side of your face.

It felt like a damn of pent up energy exploded out of you. You gripped his arms so tightly, losing track of what desires were yours and which were his as you created an infinite feedback loop. Your insides felt warm as Illumi climaxed.

With the big part of the rush of chemicals that came with the orgasm out of the way you were able to focus on Illumi’s face above you again. His entire face had softened into something new, but you couldn’t describe to save your life. But somehow you felt that for the time being, whatever dangers you had to be wary of with Illumi, Death wasn’t an immediate one.

The levels of manipulation you had used on Illumi were taxing. They demanded his energy to perform, and slowly he slipped to the side. You took in a deep breath as the crushing weight of him shifted away. Chancing the moment of hesitation to move you looked into his face, seeing his dark eyes slowly sliding closing against his will. Not wanting to miss an opportunity you sat up and slipped away so he couldn’t immediately reach you.

“One last thing,” you told him, as you brushed some hairs from his tired face, “Illumi, get some sleep.”

When the assassin finally woke again he would find you gone, but the money would remain. While you were a manipulator- specialist, you weren’t a liar. Money was just a thing. You had little need for it.

Besides, the only thing on your mind was gold. A specific man whose hair was made of gold to be precise.

#long post #star fic #hunter x hunter//#pariston hill//#illumi zoldyck//#dark tea//#we're almost there friends #updated

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